Jericho

Formed by the sand

proudly you stand

walls for my lee

timeless and free

this place, this home

this city

 

Jericho

whence did you grow

so high and alive

proudly I'd show

the world I love

your beauty

 

Old as fire and rain

your walls will remain

high above the plains

you reign

Queen of cities

 

Here I'll spend my days

in my many ways

deep within your grace

I dwell

safely moored

 

Then one fateful night

wings of war took flight

for the morning light

and Joshua

and his children

 

Soldiers crossed the sands

trumpets in their hands

that by his command

sounded all

walls and hope

to dust

 

But after all these winds of time

have dried the blood

and sighed these rhymes

I still don't know

what was your crime

August 1976

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